The pulse in the bass drum Lulls you close enough For a peek of what's to come of this. Forming into around and right over a sound That has had you locked ever since it began. And for feeling your trap, Never know where you're at- It's just the only thing That ever keeps me ready for it.
It's like I'm marching from downstream... But I'll never come up.
Let them tick thier mark in my eyes Wearing your crown on the dress, You don't know what you have done- It's in my ruin for life. The sun keeps staring me down, Every reflection it finds Lamenating on my skin Within the scent of the night. Right there where people fail to excel I leave my kiss on the table...
It's like I'm marching from downstream... But I'll never come up.
Please say you are what you offer! Don't say I'm alone! Please say you are what you offer! Don't say you... !
You're getting the best of me! Just what you deserve! You're getting the best of me! Just what you deserve! I'm getting the best of you! Just what I deserve! I'm getting the best of you! Just what I deserve!
Please say you are what you offer! Don't say I'm alone! Please say you are what you offer! Don't say you!
It's like I'm marching from downstream... But I'll never come up. It's like I'm marching from downstream... But I'll never come up It's like I'm marching from down-stream... But I'll never come up. It's like I'm marching... from... down... stream.